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The president shelters in his bed at night, the president shelters in his bed at night
said the man on the corner with a sign in his hands
it s hard days livin in the world
the water isn t running
Getting poorer every second trying hard to survive, and everyone s an angel for whatever it s worth Days, it doesn t help the matter if he s honored or not
It s hard days livin in the world, getting poorer every second trying hard to survive, the soldier in the desert with a shot to the heart
The water isn t running, could you spare me a dollar
It s hard days livin in the world, the paper treads of terror and an oil hike, i know that i was given everything i could take
It s hard days livin in the world, it s hard days livin in the world Days, as his mother gets the letter saying
as his mother gets the letter saying
The soldier in the desert with a shot to the heart, the soldier in the desert with a shot to the heart Days, said the man on the corner with a sign in his hands
from the moment i was living i was dying to make
the choir sings a hymnal in staccato spurts
The soldier in the desert with a shot to the heart, i know that i was given everything i could take Austin, he fought hard
nothing out of something or real out of fake
nothing out of something or real out of fake
He fought hard, the bills pile high
As his mother gets the letter saying, it s hard days livin in the world, it s hard days livin in the world
It s hard days livin in the world, the family in the front row lookin to hurt
Nothing out of something or real out of fake, the family in the front row lookin to hurt, it s hard days livin in the world
it doesn t help the matter if he s honored or not
said the man on the corner with a sign in his hands
It s hard days livin in the world, whatever you can Plaine, it s hard days livin in the world
The communistic pleasures of a union strike, the paper treads of terror and an oil hike
The president shelters in his bed at night, and everyone s an angel for whatever it s worth
getting poorer every second trying hard to survive
it s hard days livin in the world
the bills pile high
whatever you can
the paper treads of terror and an oil hike
The bills pile high, the president shelters in his bed at night Hard, it s hard days livin in the world
it s hard days livin in the world
i know that i was given everything i could take
Could you spare me a dollar, and everyone s an angel for whatever it s worth
As his mother gets the letter saying, the water isn t running
It s hard days livin in the world, the communistic pleasures of a union strike Austin, it s hard days livin in the world
nothing out of something or real out of fake
The mother in the market with her kids in the line, getting poorer every second trying hard to survive
the paper treads of terror and an oil hike
And the other in his pocket with a feverish grin, the water isn t running, from the moment i was living i was dying to make
the choir sings a hymnal in staccato spurts
i know that i was given everything i could take
the family in the front row lookin to hurt
the water isn t running
the mother in the market with her kids in the line
The communistic pleasures of a union strike, and everyone s an angel for whatever it s worth Hard, i know that i was given everything i could take
The mother in the market with her kids in the line, the president shelters in his bed at night
The family in the front row lookin to hurt, it s hard days livin in the world
the mother in the market with her kids in the line
Said the man on the corner with a sign in his hands, the family in the front row lookin to hurt Austin, nothing out of something or real out of fake